Paragraphs Poems | Examples

Description Diatribe

Description, O my diatribe?
Stand before the court!
O comedians, with thy jibe!
Paragraphs to sort!

Where is hope on gallows hill?
Couldn't be real sure.
Yellow priestess, queen until?
Revelation tour.

Humble as a humbug?
Pride raises high the pain.
Dancers, rhythm! Cut a rug!
Doom is to disdain!

Death, thy destiny. Live free.
Placards of the plea.
O ye angels, come for tea!
Demons, how about ye?

Tyrant of deep waters?
Alliance Black Abyss.
Daughters, commit slaughters!
No one we will miss!

Rivers, needing rivets?
O lampreys, rub thy ribs.
Deadly are such divots!
Just nibble on the nibs!

Unify the endless hordes?
Bid them sharpen swords!
Watercress, thy water boards!
Mother Sin, thy gourds...

corners

corners

i have walked around corners
when i should have stood still
driven fast in slow zones
and sat at the apex of silent
stone walls

i've said words i meant when i was high
and regretted when i was low
twisted sentences until they were wrung
too dry to matter
and left paragraphs drowning for want of a word
 
my soul aches at midnight
and burns at the zenith of emptiness
crunched and crushed like flattened cardboard;
my shelter from wind,
my home under the dry blanket of arizona dust

i’ve looked into the eyes of a broken old man
seen the sadness built around his journey
and the hopelessness erected
like a still-empty cross,
awaiting his outstretched hands
 
i have watched while he dries tears
from the face of humanity,
saddened by the race of mankind
scratching to get to the same corner
i walked around
when i should have stood still

tolbert

A Colonized Mind

In the chambers where thoughts are supposed to 
roam free, Foreign voices echo, not belonging to me.

Words planted like flags on conquered territory,
Thoughts that flower in soil not my own.

I speak in tongues my ancestors never knew,
See through lenses ground by hands I never touched.
My dreams are shaped by stories I did not choose,
Yet they feel like home—this borrowed architecture of mind.

Each mirror shows a face divided by history,
Each thought arrives pre-weighted, pre-judged.
I sift through my beliefs like archeological remains,
Wondering which are artifacts of occupation.

The borders of my thinking are invisible chains,
Drawn by mapmakers who never asked permission.
Yet in the margins of these imposed paragraphs,
I find spaces where resistance takes root.

For even a colonized mind can question its borders,
Can recognize the foreign footprints across its landscape.
And in that recognition lies the seed of reclamation—
The first step toward a sovereignty of thought.????????????????

little things

little things
 
 today 
 lets use lots of words
 to say little things
 
we can lay four-word sentences
beneath paragraphs
and put exclamation points
in places normally reserved for commas
 
we can say ‘tuesday’
several times
and call dandelions beautiful

we can wonder why ‘morose’
is not a color
and accentuate the wrong part
of three-syllable words
 
lets use lots of words
to say little things
today
 
tomorrow will be here soon enough
and words are reusable
 
‘tuesday’...
 
dandelions are beautiful	
on tuesday

tolbert

artist's brush

artists brush

 
i have painted you 
with the pointed brush of an artist
creating every line and detail of your body
before finishing the colors

now
I have laid aside my paint-filled brush
realizing that i could never compliment your beauty
with pastels on canvas

i filled volumes with words
intending to tell you how much you mean to me
by building paragraphs on pages
before adding any pause or punctuation

i've now laid aside my pen of passion
knowing that my words would fall like roses to your feet
and cause you to blush
to even more beautiful shades of red

i've listened to love songs in your presence
and watched in awe as you conquered days of uncertainty
followed with a joyful heart as you strolled into new territories
unafraid 

i've fallen in love with you so many times before today
but today i just wanted to say again
it's easy to love you

if i seem like a child in the presence of his hero
it's because i am

it's because i love you
all over again today

© tolbert

goodbye in their eyes

goodbye in their eyes


while waiting to catch a train,
oftentimes he sat alone at the depot
—afraid—scratching initials in the dirt
and sometimes in his head.

hours became a collision of minutes
while he watched make-believe dancers,
well-groomed gentlemen, 
and worn-out pieces of life.
 
trains chugged by infrequently
and rain pelted out musical tin tones
on an oblong rusted bucket,
singing baritone moans of leaking liquid notes.

he twisted big words and bigger ideas
into and out of pretzel-like paragraphs
while talking too loudly to himself,
careful before answering what he didn’t believe.

he wondered aloud about life
then, umbrella in hand, turned quietly away,
only the lingering commotion of the depot
remained as a soon distant memory.

just in time to catch a southbound train
to another dot on the map…
while by-standers waved at strangers
with goodbye in their eyes.

@ tolbert

No desire

I don’t know if I’m healed or traumatized 
I can’t tell you how much I don’t care anymore 
I don’t have the energy to leave long paragraphs anymore 
I guess something in me just switched
I guess I got tired of my own and other people’s 
There’s no desire to hang on to anyone who I’m not certain of
I have no desire to sulk  
Only to get up and go for the life I deserve
People show you everyday why it’s important to be your number one fan
Sometimes I think I have “please disrespect me” written on my forehead 
I have no desire to beg for something you should give freely
My top priority is taking care of and loving myself 
I have no desire for anyone who doesn’t show out for me the way I show out for them 
I’ve never been a fake one
Only a real one
I have no desire for anything other then what is good for me 
So please if you’re not 
Then stay away from me

Lasting Love

too quickly the paragraphs of time we rèad. 
hand in hand we strolled the pages of our years
standing fast against misfortunes we emerged
shaped by caring and forbearing hearts
refusing to imagine life devoid of one another
time, years,  emerged caring  life.

SIMPLY MATTERS-

Simply divine as such matters 
communication and understanding
Depth of understanding beyond belief
Authentic thoughts spoken loud
Complexity of language encrypted paragraphs
Clarity of intention simply simple matters
Heartfelt communication not trivial chatter
Seek authentic expression.
Value heartfelt communication.
Embrace simplicity in 
Sorely words, a tapestry, woven with care,
Conveying depths, beyond surface air,
Simply matters, from heart to heart,
Communication's beauty, a work of art.

SIMPLY MATTERS

Understanding those things 
that are not understood yet to understand
Beyond belief to retrieved
Those thoughts spoken loud
Bursting erupt from the thoughts 
Spewed regurgitated letters form to words
Verse fiber optic encrypted paragraphs
Concerned formed validated cryptic scripted jargon Confiscated communication calling understood to be Understand it's not just trivial chatter...
             ... it's simply simple matters

11/25/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024 
nspiring scriptures:
1 Corinthians 2:10-13: "Spiritual discernment"
Proverbs 18:21: "Power of life and death in words"
Matthew 12:34: "Heart's words"

My Heart's Hedera

My heart's hedera [†]
Like two paragraphs
It breaks [selah]
     between you and I
It breaks [selah]
     and aches just to look at you
It breaks [selah]
     when we fight
And you leave for the night

My heart's hedera [†]
Now twain
Let no one put asunder [selah]
What God has bade
It breaks [selah]
An acceptable sacrifice
[Ampersand] we are humbled, broken and contrite

My heart's hedera [†]
It bereaves [ampersand]
As it reads a melancholy missive
It breaks [selah]
  and at the end of our dirge
It beats for one last time, then my soul will merge

(And like a hedera [†]
For further breaking and lamenting of this idol factory
(which is also a pariah)
Consult the prophet Jeremiah)

LETTERS AND NUMBERS

Words made up with their letters
Of consonants and vowels.
Paragraphs from sentences
Which serve as verbal bowels.
All letters from A to Z
Play an important role
Every time we read and write...
Each one has a goal.
Numbers used when we decide
That we would rather count.
They are used in many ways
To come to an amount.
Use a calculator when
An answer may seem far.
Letters and numbers together,
You have algebra.
When the alphabet is soup
Inside a bowl for you,
What was 26 instead
Can become 62.

Conformity, Moulds

I remember being told

Since I started joining letters together

I was taught to fit them into words, sentences, stanzas or paragraphs

Let your creativity flow they said

How was i to do so?

Just jumble up the words in the voice of another

Be anything but elementary

Use bigger words, a flowery language

Make your writing eloquent and exquisite 

No one cares what you are writing as long as you're filling pages

Your poems should have symmetry

And your prose should be lengthy 

Kudos! You got the highest marks

Does it end there? Is this what I perspire for?

At what liberty am I to use my creativity

If I can't make new words of my own?

Why aren't I taught that?

Why must I always fit my voice into poetry or prose?

Why must my handwriting be cursive and my poems have a rhyme scheme?

Why must I always conform to these moulds?

we are all unread open books-

Everyone has a story
We’re all unwritten books
Some of us have the same chapters

for what it's worth
we are all unread open books-

Yet different sentences pages and paragraphs
Awe, in and in wonder universe Elohim birth, 
all created things inanimate 

for what it's worth
we are all unread open books-

and spiritual physical.
 All made by God almighty
 so thankful we praise the Lord

for what it's worth
we are all unread open books- 

4/15/24 
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©

Love

I love you like the moon loves the sun
Like the ground to the sky
Like Joey to Rachel

I love you passionately 
With every beat of my heart
With every glance I dare
Sentences of words you understand 
Questions
Answers

I love you so much
So painfully

I show you my affection
Reflecting your light
Smiling to myself reading over old text messages
Songs
Jokes

I write the words
Sentences 
Paragraphs
Poetry.

I speak 
References 
Joke
Opinion 
Suggestion

I suggest
Music
Pieces of writing 

I market myself 
With every bit of energy I put thinking of you and only you
Music
Poetry
Cries.

Crow Stories

and through moonlit trees,
horror stories resonate:
raucous paragraphs.

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